The rain slowly falls - drip, drip, adding even more sadness to the day at hand.
Piece by piece, lives are slowly being changed. Days like today, it's hard to see the good in it all.
But it is there.
Relationships made, friends loved, battles fought, small victories won. But most importantly, memories made together.
And the rain continues to fall.
For some the end has passed - others, it ends today. For several of us, the end is yet in sight. Like dying a slow death, time has flown, and it has crawled, all leading to today.
Drip, Drip. Drip.
This loss has yet to fully sink in. Sitting next to two empty cubicles, reality is hitting me little by little.
Of course I know the future holds more. I have Hope that passes all understanding.
But that is for tomorrow. Today is for a small amount of remembering, and a tad bit of grief.
The whistle blows.
Time for Work. Working amidst the slow pattering of rain.
